The doorbell rung, followed by a knock on the door. "Who the hell," Mark said to himself. He sighed, and walked to the door. Looking through the peephole, he could see that it was a UPS driver, with a box. He rolled his eyes, and opened the door. "How ya doin'," Mark said to the driver. The driver was punching in the box number, and looked up. His mouth almost dropped to the floor. "Ummmm...a package...for uh, you...sir," the driver stammered. He had never seen any as huge as Mark before. "Ummmm...I need your signature here, sir," the driver told Mark. Mark smirked. He knew what was wrong with the guy, he had seen it many times before. "Sure thing, big guy," Mark said, smiling. Mark reached for the pen, and grabbed the tablet from him. Mark glanced down, as he was signing his name, and noticed that the driver had a raging hard-on in his shorts. Mark laughed a little. "Looks like you need to take care of that soon," Mark chuckled, as the driver turned bright red. Mark handed him back the tablet and pen, and took the package. "Thanks dude, take care," Mark said as he turned and walked back inside. The driver was treated to Mark's massive bubble butt bouncing up and down with each stride, as he closed the door behind him. That was more than enough for the driver, and he began to shoot his load right in his shorts. "Fuck," was all he could say, as he hurried to get back to his truck. Mark laughed hard as he watched the driver frantically try to conceal his 'wet stain' on his shorts.
Mark shook the box. He heard nothing. "Hmmmm...did I order anything," Mark questioned himself. He scratched his head. He dropped the box on the kitchen counter, and rummaged through the drawer looking for some scissors to open it. Mark looked out the kitchen window, thinking where the hell he put the scissors. Outside, he watched as the weekly pool guy was cleaning his pool. He was shirtless, wearing only board shorts, and flip flops. He had a nice physique, well defined pecs, abs, and biceps. Mark watched as his muscles twitched and strained as he cleaned the pool. He quickly shook his head. "Scissors," he said quickly, getting him back on track. He walked to his bedroom, and searched his nightstand. "Shit, why is everything never where it is supposed to be," he muttered angrily. He walked back into the kitchen. He grabbed the box, and shook it again. There was no return address, nothing on it stating where it came from. Fed up with it, he just tore it open. Inside, was a small vial of what appeared to be green liquid. "What the hell...what is this," Mark said, raising an eyebrow. He popped the top off of it, and smelled it. "Oh man, that is awful," he cried out, holding it far away from his face. He set it on the counter. Shaking his head, he looked through the box, to see if anything else was there. As he held it, a small piece of paper fell out of it, and floated to the ground. He bent over, and picked it up. There was writing on it, but he could not decipher it.
Crumpling up the paper, he tossed it in the garbage. Now his curiosity was getting the best of him. He stuck his pinkie into the vial, and dabbed some of the green liquid on it. "Here goes nothing," he said, as he brought it closer to his mouth. He wrapped his lips around his pinkie and sucked the green liquid off of it. "Hmmmm...not bad...not bad at all," he said.
The door bell rang. "God, now what," he said. He walked to the front door and opened it. "I finished cleaning your pool, and it looks like you are going to need a new filter," Josh, the pool guy said. "Really? Damn...alright, come on in, I will write you a check," Mark stepped to the side, and let him in. "The check book is in my room, I will be right back. How much is it?" he questioned. "Ummm...$89.59," he replied. "Ok, I will be right back," Mark said. Josh walked to the kitchen and sat down, waiting. He tapped his fingers on the counter, and adjusted himself. He glanced over at the small vial on the counter. Raising an eyebrow, he grabbed it, and brought it up to his nose and smelled it. Having the same reaction as Mark, "Damn, that smell horrible," he whispered to himself. He, just like Mark, could not resist, and tasted it as well. Josh heard Mark coming back, and quickly put it back down. He tried to compose himself. Mark turned the corner, and frowned a little. "Here is the check, I appreciate it," he said to Josh. "Thanks, I will bring the filter next time I come," Josh said, getting up. He only came up to Mark's heaving pecs, straining to be released from their tight cotton prison. "Take care, dude, see ya next week," he said, opening the door. Mark looked at the vial. There was some green liquid on the counter. He knew Josh touched it. Shaking his head, he went to go take a shower.
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